She smiled at her own sagacity.
"Not that Sydney'd have him. Though she might do a great deal worse, a great deal worse," she added, loyally. "But he cares for her enough to want to please her, and it takes the best to satisfy Sydney."
A step on the stairs outside made itself heard.
"Come in, dear. Ah was just thinking about you."
Bob flung his cap on the bed, sat down on a cricket beside his mother, and leaned his head against her shoulder.
"Tired, dear?"
"No, just hot. I've been over every field on the farm since breakfast."
"In all this sun!"
"Do you think it ought to cease to shine to shade your boy? There'll be a right smart crop this year."
"So your father was telling me yesterday."